Fat Joe:Yeah, uh, what you know about them boysToys are usTop width, top chicks, all we do is crushIf the crib's filled with Mamis you can assume it's usHangin‘ off chandeliers wilding out like whatYou see the wood frames, the mats, the wood grainOn the inside panel of a Jeep 4-Brave (what?)And the floor‘s all marble on a much higher bracketBusiness never personal, that's why we vinyl wrapped itSky's the limit so the kid pops glassMy brothers we done came up not givin' a F, how?With the T.E.R.R.O.R. SquadNone other than Bootsy and your brother, Joe The GodThe Kid flow hard, ask ya cliqueBrothers, we like you crazyThey got classic hitsUhh, you can't match this, babyNot Joey Crack Tha Dawn and Bootsy, Baby!

Soul Sista, I glow with fireChocolate Mocha, you shoot me higherYou's a queen, I must agreeLet me know ´bout your family treeYour Momma had to be Foxy Brown (true, true)Sheba Baby, you knock me outI salute ya, never use yaDon't let them Playboys abuse you